That's a rule when snow-pocalypse hits the Research Triangle area. I slept all day and couldn't be happier for having done so.
How bad is it? Here at the house, we are buried under what might be as much as two or three inches of snow and ice. Northerners, feel free to laugh; we deserve it. (On the serious side, the ice is the issue.)
The view out the front door at a bit after six is gray and white.
Intrepid as ever, Holden is willing to brave the outdoors--though admittedly only because he has business to conduct.
"It's come to this," he says, "you're using me as cheap traffic bait?"
Why, yes, Holden, yes, I am. We all gotta earn our kibble, and this is part of how you earn yours.